Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 536 You still say you're not promiscuous?

In fact, even Dugu Qingli didn't know when Lu Xingzhou contacted the Sea Dragon King, let alone Zang Wanchun.

This communication must have been arranged before he even arrived in Chunshan County... After all, Dugu Qingli had witnessed all of Lu Xingzhou's actions after entering Chunshan County. The only time she was unaware of Lu Xingzhou's activities was when she sat in meditation during rest stops on the road. While Lu Xingzhou appeared to be "underestimating his enemy," he hadn't actually rested even while his mistress was resting; his plans had already begun on the road.

Judging from this pattern, he probably contacted even more people, and it was never the so-called "two people entering the spring mountain" from the beginning.

Being a strategist is indeed not easy, and Dugu Qingli was once again certain that she couldn't do it.

In short, as soon as the Sea Dragon King appeared, Dugu Qingli's previously anxious heart was put at ease. When Lu Xingzhou attacked Prefect Hong Yin, she unleashed ten thousand ice crystals with her sword, simultaneously sealing off the elite troops around Hong Yin, their cooperation was impeccable.

Despite being surrounded, Lu Xingzhou suddenly found himself in a one-on-one fight with Hong Yin.

The fist, amplified by the ring, slammed into his face. The original intertwined red and blue water and fire had somehow transformed into a black and white entanglement. The black and white energy flowed from his arm to his wrist and converged into his fist, resembling two black and white dragons that merged into a ferocious dragon head.

Taiji Tiangang truly began to embody the meaning of Taiji, rather than water and fire.

"boom!"

With a single blow, Hong Yin's parrying hand bones snapped, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fell backward as if riding on clouds.

Lu Xingzhou was somewhat surprised: "You survived my attack, and Prefect Hong has actually reached the first rank... You've been secretly developing your strength in the southeast, and it's become a bit outrageous..."

With a thud, Hong Yin fell to the ground after finishing his sentence, vomiting blood once more.

Is it strange that we are at the first rank? It's strange that you inexplicably reached the peak of the first rank. How did you train?

The other so-called elites, a large group of them, couldn't even break through Dugu Qingli's sword net alone.

White hair flowing, sword light flashing.

Dugu Qingli flashed into the crowd, and wherever her sword flashed, a spray of blood fell. The so-called elites were no match for her.

Lu Xingzhou took two steps toward Hong Yin and raised his fist.

"Spare his life!" An old, angry voice rang out again from the sky. Lu Xingzhou looked up and saw a streak of light flying from the direction of the Spring Mountain Pavilion's gate. A green light shot straight at the Sea Dragon King from afar.

The Sea Dragon King, who had been casually playing around in front of Zang Wanchun and the others, now showed a hint of seriousness: "Mid-stage Huiyang Realm."

The second point in Liu Yan'er's intelligence report was that the elder in seclusion at Chunshan Pavilion was not known to be of the highest rank, but was actually at the mid-stage.

Zang Wanchun was overjoyed: "Uncle Jiang has helped me!"

With two loud bangs, the Sea Dragon King conjured ripple-like afterimages with his hands, blocking the combined attack of Zang Wanchun and Uncle Jiang. Zang Wanchun shouted sharply, "We'll hold off the Demon King! You all quickly go around and rescue the Prefect!"

The remaining elite troops of Chunshan Pavilion, along with Jiang Yuan and others, circled around from the left and right, launching a joint attack on Lu Xingzhou's back.

Lu Xingzhou ignored the prefect and darted into the crowd, casually punching a first-rank expert from Chunshan Pavilion in the chest.

The powerful man tried his best to block, but like Hong Yin, he couldn't withstand a single punch and was sent flying, spitting blood.

Amidst the group attack, Jiang Yuan slashed at Lu Xingzhou's neck with a dagger.

Lu Xingzhou grabbed Jiang Yuan's wrist with one hand and twisted his body to avoid the sword light from the others.

He then casually put his arm around Jiang Yuan's waist, pulled her close, and used her dagger to block another slash from in front of him.

Jiang Yuan: "?"

I was just making a show of hitting you, what are you doing? Why are you using me as a target?

No, are you trying to take advantage of me?
Jiang Yuan struggled fiercely, almost ruining the acting that she had initially found amusing; it wasn't fun at all: "Demon disciple, let go!"

"A mere third-rank young master dares to participate in this kind of battle? His courage is commendable." Lu Xingzhou mischievously blew a breath into her ear, as if dancing the tango, and took a step back with her to avoid a sword's edge. Then, he grabbed her wrist and stabbed her in the arm with a dagger.

Jiang Yuan stomped her foot on Lu Xingzhou's foot in anger.

Lu Xingzhou cried out in pain, grabbed her and jumped up, just in time to avoid a flash of light from the ground below. Then he delivered a flying kick, and the attacker's head exploded like a watermelon.

Dugu Qingli, who was fighting against the official elites, almost had bloodshot eyes. Never before had she so desperately wanted to become a demon and kill them all.

I'm fighting to the death here, and you're just playing around there, huh?

But in other people's eyes, this isn't being flirtatious; it's having a handsome man with you. Aren't you disgusting?
No one noticed that Lu Xingzhou's seemingly nonchalant attitude was actually accompanied by a calm and icy gaze. Only Jiang Yuan, who was being held in his arms and dancing the tango, could vaguely sense that Lu Xingzhou's muscles were always taut, as if he were preparing for an extremely dangerous turn of events.

Of course, Jiang Yuan couldn't tell if his hardness was because he was hugging her; what kind of person was he...?

Amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades, Lu Xingzhou's whispered words echoed in his ears once more: "Iron puppet, quick."

Jiang Yuan's mind went blank for a moment, and before she could think any further, she instinctively summoned a giant steel golem that stood in the field.

Lu Xingzhou suddenly hid behind the puppet. A strange aura of death silently rushed towards the puppet, but had no effect on it.

Jiang Yuan felt a chill run down her spine. Where did this deathly aura come from? Its power was at the level of a super-grade being. How did Lu Xingzhou know?
In the chaos, turning his head, he saw that Prefect Hong Yin, who had been punched and seemed half-dead, had stood up as if nothing had happened, staring at Lu Xingzhou with a sinister look in his eyes: "How did you know?"

Lu Xingzhou smiled slightly, offering no explanation, for explaining would betray Jiang Yuan and Liu Yan'er.

Transplanting one's dantian and dantian to create a furnace for prostitutes is a huge waste of talent.

Its true purpose, of course, is to target powerful cultivators like Gu Shaoli, who are at the peak of their cultivation but have reached the end of their lifespan, and to have their cultivation transferred to oneself before their death, thus transforming oneself into a top-tier cultivator. Although there is no longer any room for further advancement, a top-tier cultivator is still a top-tier cultivator.

With such a significant undertaking as the Qi Sea transplant at Chunshan Pavilion, it's impossible that such a powerful force wouldn't have appeared.

Zang Wanchun is not of this type. Originally, Lu Xingzhou thought he might be the so-called Uncle Jiang, but after Uncle Jiang arrived, Lu Xingzhou found that he was also a typical wood-type cultivator with a strong affinity for plants and trees. So it was highly likely that he was not of this type.

So who is it?

Is it not here, or is it someone in the arena pretending to be dead, ready to suddenly launch a surprise attack at any moment?
He wasn't dancing the tango with Jiang Yuan in his arms for pleasure; it was to get close to the steel puppet. Without it, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to withstand this kind of special attack.

Sure enough, the surprise attack came.

"I should have known it was you. No matter why you were pretending to be dead, just showing up is enough!" Lu Xingzhou released Jiang Yuan, pressed his hand on Gao Da, and kicked Hong Yin in the face with his right foot.

Meanwhile, Dugu Qingli had already killed most of the enemy soldiers and abandoned the remaining ones, then used her sword to strike Hong Yin on the forehead.

Hong Yin's face was ashen, and his withered hand struck out with lightning speed, grabbing Dugu Qingli's ice sword. With a "clang," it struck as if hitting metal.

With his other hand, he threw a punch, which collided with Lu Xingzhou's foot.

"Boom!" The violent and unparalleled energy clashed, and everyone in the arena stared in horror as a setting sun suddenly appeared in the sky, while the ground was covered with cracks that resembled dried-up seas, a desolate wasteland, and in the center, a vast expanse of ice and snow. Within the ice and snow, ghostly spirits howled, and the ghostly spirits of Huo Liancheng, Ling Qixuan, and others surrounded Hong Yin's spiritual platform, while the Myriad Soul Banner stood in the center, relentlessly pursuing and seizing souls.

The combined appearances and skills of the three individuals on both sides surprisingly created a scene resembling the apocalypse of hell.

Amidst the apocalyptic scene, there was also a jarring futuristic technology—Gundam raised his fist, and a laser beam shot straight toward Hong Yin's face.

The air currents spread outwards, and those who were slightly weaker couldn't even withstand the fierce air currents, instinctively retreating and unable to see the chaos in the arena anymore.

A ghostly shadow silently struck Hong Yin in the back of the head.

Peak of the First Rank! Yan Li, the Southern Ghost Emperor, is the top assassin of the Yama Palace!

Launch a surprise attack when the game is at its most intense!

Hong Yin clearly hadn't expected that besides Gao Da being able to fight, there was also someone hidden behind him. He shook his hands violently, sending Lu Xingzhou and Dugu Qingli back several steps. They narrowly missed each other just before Yan Li's sword came at them, with a spray of blood already coming from their waists.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls was still fluttering, the vengeful spirits were tearing and biting wildly, and black flames were attacking from the ground. The soul-summoning and spirit-capturing techniques targeting the dead caused Hong Yin's Qi Sea to become chaotic, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

A top-tier character, injured in just one round, utterly pathetic.

Not to mention the others in the arena, even the Sea Dragon King was somewhat terrified.

Such an intense encirclement would have been unpredictable even for someone caught off guard. The main issue is that Lu Xingzhou and Dugu Qingli's strength far exceeds people's understanding; they're incredibly powerful, not at all inferior to pseudo-super-grade cultivators like Hong Yin who used special methods to reach that level!
Especially this niece's husband, isn't everyone saying he's a freeloader? How come he's so strong? He's practically an army all by himself.

Suddenly, flames erupted from the distant Chunshan Pavilion peak, and a bloodthirsty aura soared into the sky.

Zang Wanchun's heart skipped a beat: "The Blood Refining Sect is attacking the mountain!"

Lu Xingzhou gave it a thumbs up.

Of course, the most suitable thing for the Blood Refining Sect's madmen to do at this time is to raid your home. In this battle of the highest grade, they can only play the role of cannon fodder, which is meaningless. They only need to wait for two points: Uncle Jiang leaves the mountain, and the prefect's elite troops leave the city. At this time, Spring Mountain Pavilion will become an unguarded little girl to them.

As expected, Wei Miao does understand.

"Withdraw!" Zang Wanchun was both angry and anxious.

It's not that we didn't expect the Blood Refining Sect to do this, but we thought that hunting down Lu Xingzhou would be quick and the Blood Refining Sect wouldn't have time to do anything.

But now it's clear that this isn't a hunt for Lu Xingzhou at all; it's him who's hunting them. If they don't go back to defend the sect soon, they'll lose even their last resort—the sect's defensive array!

Zang Wanchun and Uncle Jiang simultaneously used a spell to entangle the Sea Dragon King, then turned to retreat.

Suddenly, two small wooden figures grabbed his ankles tightly, and a dagger appeared abruptly in his retreat path.

Caught off guard, Zang Wanchun found himself unable to run for a moment, while the Dragon King's claws were already reaching for his head from behind, leaving him vulnerable from both sides.

The owner of the dagger was none other than Young Master Jiang Chenzhou, who had just become a laughingstock. Now, he was no longer a laughingstock at the third rank; his aura of the superior rank was spreading unchecked, surpassing even Jiang Chenzhou's. The dagger was almost impossible to dodge, and it easily pierced Zang Wanchun's chest.

Jiang Yuan smiled, revealing her perfectly white teeth, but her voice sounded as if it were being squeezed out from between her teeth: "Sect Leader Zang, who are you calling a fickle woman?"

Zang Wanchun stared in astonishment at the dagger embedded in his chest, then at Jiang Yuan's beautiful face as the illusion dissipated. All he could think of was "MMP" (a vulgar expression).

So you're Miss Jiang... Then what were you and Lu Xingzhou doing in public just now?

You still say you're not promiscuous? Did I say something wrong?
(End of this chapter)